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Chapter 1994 Jiang Cheng's Request

When the group of four felt Qingxiao Sacred Land, it was already crowded with people.

After all, it was a duel about Chang Luzhou's fate in the next billion years, and many immortals were attracted to it.

Naturally, idlers and others cannot enter.

However, Jiang Cheng and others received a special reception as 'contestants'.

"Yunxiang Daoist God, you are finally here!"

Yun Xiang was smiling all over his face as usual, and his posture was quite low.

"Ah, it's an honor to even bother Qingji Daoist God to greet you in person!"

The Qingji Taoist God opposite him is a core Elder of Qingxiao Sacred Land, and the Cultivation Base is a high rank Taoist God, whose status and strength itself is much higher than him.

"Yunxiang fellow daoist is too serious."

Qingji Taoist waved his hand with a smile.

"This battle requires all comrades in Chang Luzhou to work together to fight against foreign enemies."

"You Kongyun Palace are actively participating in the battle, and everyone is watching."

Yun Xiang cursed silently in his heart, I'm not enthusiastic at all, okay, it's just that my arms can't twist your thighs.

"By the way, are these three Taoist saints who are about to participate in the competition in your Kongyun Palace?"

"That's right, these two are my Kongyun Palace disciples Yuan Xiang and Lu Zhihan."

Qingji nodded, and didn't ask about the strength of the two people, just glanced at them to confirm that they were Taoist saints.

"As for this Jiang Junshuai fellow daoist, it's Elder, the guest minister who joined our Kongyun Palace a while ago."

Yun Xiang raised his hand again and introduced Jiang Cheng.

"He heard about the grand gathering of fighting skills, and was extremely indignant at Cangmen Palace's domineering behavior, and strongly demanded to participate in the battle."

"So we gave him a chance to participate..."

Even Jiang Cheng himself twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard it.

Dude, if you say this, do you believe it yourself?

However, Daoist Qingji didn't care whether the words were true or false, but nodded in approval.

"good."

"lets go!"

Then, he led the four of them into the mountain gate of Qingxiao Sacred Land.

He didn't even ask about Jiang Cheng's previous background.

This made Brother Cheng very dissatisfied, so he appeared on the stage, shouldn't he introduce it grandly?

Daoist Qingji didn't lead them straight to the core area of Sacred Land, but brought them to a quiet lakeside manor.

Here, in addition to the disciples of Sacred Land, there are twelve other Taoist saints who are about to participate.

These "unlucky ones" are also selected from their respective Sects.

"These three are colleagues from Kongyun Palace."

"Now you have all the people in the Daosheng group, and in three days, the fighting will begin."

"In these three days, you'd better give me peace of mind, or you will be at your own risk!" Qingji didn't hide the threat in her eyes.

Brother Cheng frowned, feeling that things were a little different from what he thought.

Isn't he an honorable contestant?

Why does it sound like a prisoner under custody?

Is the other party's attitude a bit too much?

Under normal circumstances, a team that represents a continent in a group competition will definitely be highly valued.

All kinds of resources are supplied in a concentrated manner, and even the major sects will send experts to give pointers, striving to exert the greatest effect during the competition.

But Qingxiao Sacred Land obviously didn't have this plan.

No matter how exquisitely the Taoist group cooperated, even if they performed explosively in the competition, they still lost in the end.

Why bother?

The reason why these people were gathered together and Taoist gods were arranged to watch nearby was just to keep them safe and prevent them from being found on the day of the competition.

"In the past three days, you will get to know each other, and if you need anything, just ask."

Leaving this sentence behind, Daoist Qingji planned to leave here with Daoist Yunxiang.

"Wait a minute!"

Brother Cheng raised his hand.

Because he heard those three words again—just mention it.

"What's the matter with you?" Daoist Qingji turned around.

Brother Cheng smiled slightly.

"I need it."

Hearing this, the other Taoist saints present were astonished.

Dude, it's just a scene talk, you really dare to make a request?

This is Qingxiao Sacred Land, a big Sect with the Holy Lord sitting in the town.

If you say something wrong or do something wrong here, you may not even survive the day when the competition begins.

"What do you need?" Daoist Qingji's expression remained unchanged.

"I ran out of Medicine Pill."

What kind of request did Qing Ji think it was, it turned out to be just a Medicine Pill.

"Okay, what Medicine Pill do you need?"

Jiang Cheng grinned, "It's used to enhance the immortal power Cultivation Base, such as the Bahuang Zhuanyuan Pill, Yin & Yang Qi Transformation Pill, Tianyang Barrier Breaking Pill and so on."

These imperial pills are all eighth grade.

In the former Yuan Immortal World, it is naturally extremely precious, and ordinary Taoist saints can get a few of them.

But in this day and age, eighth-rank emperor pills are relatively common.

Qingji said patiently, "How much do you want?"

Jiang Cheng raised three fingers.

"Three bottles?"

Although I feel that using three bottles in three days is a bit wasteful, and it is a bit wasteful to use it for a cannon fodder player, but after all, I have said enough just now, and Qing Ji is not easy to change.

Three bottles, three bottles.

Just as he was about to take out the Medicine Pill, Jiang Cheng shook his head.

"No, no, I'm talking about 30,000 bottles."

Plop, Yun Xiang on the side almost fell to the ground.

Dude, are you coming again?

It’s fine for me to ask for prices, but when I ran to Qingxiao Sacred Land, I dared to open my mouth like a lion. I really don’t know how to write dead words.

And the other dozen or so Taoist saints on the side looked at Jiang Cheng as if they were looking at a dead person.

Sure enough, Qing Ji didn't have such a good temper as Yun Xiang.

His face immediately sank.

"What did you just say?"

"Thirty thousand bottles, what, you can't afford it?"

Brother Cheng has nothing to be ashamed of.

To put it bluntly, it’s fine if you Qingxiao Sacred Land doesn’t send Taoist disciples, but you still have an attitude of indifference to the Taoist disciples sent by others to work hard, is it justified?

"You want 30,000 bottles of Medicine Pill in three days, are you messing with me?"

Qingji's complexion was serious, as if she was ready to strike at any time.

Jiang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly.

"Heh, how do I use it, that's my own business."

"If you are reluctant to give it, just say it, don't talk about what you have."

Everyone in the back was about to faint.

This guy, dare to use such a tone to talk to a high rank Taoist?

Did he take the wrong medicine?

Qing Ji squinted her eyes, her eyes were drawn from Jiang Cheng's face to Yun Xiang's face like a knife's edge.

"Is this the one you chose?"

Yun Xiang trembled all over, and he was cursing madly in his heart.

He not only blamed Jiang Cheng for finding trouble for him, but also secretly scolded Qing Ji for being worthless.